“Cronine.”
“What a nice, nice boy,” murmured Ellen as she folded the letter and put it back in the envelope; but almost immediately she took it out and read it all over again. Then she sat in deep thought for a while, but suddenly she jumped up, gathered together her letter and check, and ran in next door to show them to Mr. Todd.
CHAPTER XII
A DULL WINTER
In answer to Ellen’s ring Jeremy himself appeared from the kitchen where he was wiping dishes. Ellen fluttered her check before his eyes. “It’s come! It’s come!” she cried. “A hundred and fifty dollars, dear man. Isn’t it perfectly wonderful?”
“No more than it should be, not as much, in fact, but I’m heartily glad. I had a notion you’d get a letter to-day, for I’ve just received one from Peter Barstow.”
“And did he say anything about the violin? He wouldn’t, of course.”
“Why not? That is just the very subject he did write about.”
“How exciting! Do tell me.”
But just here came a call from the kitchen: “Jeremy, Jeremy, stop that gossiping and come back and finish your work. Shut that door.”